Heaven-devouring Dragon Emperor

The crowd scolded for a while, wishing they could all rush up and step on Jiang Tian a few times, venting their contempt in their hearts, almost becoming angry.

Facing such a situation, Jiang Tian let out a sulky breath, glanced at the crowd with white eyes, and then looked at Xiong Jianhui and Qu Fan with livid faces.

"It seems that they don't believe it. I think you need to explain to them."

Jiang Tian pondered for a moment, glanced at Xiong Jianhui and Qu Fan with a strange smile on his face, and walked away quickly with his sleeves flicked.

"Stop, boy!"

"Would you like to leave after slapping your butt after Niubi's bragging?"

"How can there be such a cheap thing?"

Many inner disciples scolded angrily, wishing to step forward to stop Jiang Tian immediately, but they soon found that Xiong Jianhui, Qu Fan and others who had been humiliated by Jiang Tian were not moving at all, and their expressions became more and more ugly!

"Senior Brother Qu, Brother Xiong, are you guys going to let him be so presumptuous?"

"That kid keeps saying that he defeated you, are you still indifferent?"

"How can you allow an outsider to be so arrogant and rude?"

"I...we...cough cough!" Qu Fan's face was ashen, he didn't know how to explain it, did he want to admit to these unknowing colleagues that he had indeed lost to Jiang Tian?

I'm sorry, he has no face to say such words.

Xiong Jianhui was so angry that his face turned red like a pig's liver, he gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, and was irritable, but no matter how irritable he was, he never chased Jiang Tian.

One by one fellow disciples gathered around to look at them, making them blush and feel ashamed!

"Forget it, let's change places!" Qu Fan pulled Xiong Jianhui's arm in desperation, preparing to avoid these fellow students.

"Hmph! Why did I lose... cough cough!"

Xiong Jianhui gritted his teeth and angrily reprimanded him for almost leaking his words, and he couldn't help sweating on his forehead.

Although their defeat couldn't be concealed at all, it couldn't be spread so quickly for a while. These people obviously didn't know it. No matter how stupid he was, he wouldn't slap himself and say the "brilliant" record just now.

"Um?"

"What's the matter with you?"

Everyone wanted to ask more questions, but found that these people looked at each other, turned around and left in unison.

Finally squeezed out of the crowd, but a few classmates in white robes walked beside them, looking at them who hurriedly left with strange expressions on their faces.

"Huh? Isn't this Senior Brother Qu Fan and Senior Brother Xiong Jianhui!"

"What are they doing? Why do they look ashamed, as if they have done something shameful?"

"Don't you know?"

"What?"

"Hehe, all of them lost to an outer disciple, so you can imagine the feeling in your heart!"

"Huh? What are you talking about! They all lost to the outer disciples, is it true?"

The man was taken aback when he heard the words, and couldn't help shouting, the exclamation spread, even Qu Fan and Xiong Jianhui who had walked a long way could hear it clearly, the corners of their mouths twitched and their heads buried lower.

And the nearby inner disciples were even more shocked!

"What? Junior brother, what are you talking about?"

"Qu Fan and Xiong Jianhui really lost to the outer disciples?"

"Which outside genius did they lose to? Could it be monsters like Gao Hanyang, Tong Qing and Xu Ying?"

The crowd rushed forward immediately, asking questions fervently.

"Hehe, you should have heard of this 'genius' from the outer sect. His name is Jiang Tian! By the way, he is the guy who lit up the Xuanyang Monument!" The white-robed disciple nodded and smiled, and said slowly.

"What? Jiang Tian!"

"It's really him!"

boom!

The noise suddenly broke out, and the surrounding area of ​​the ring seemed to explode. Everyone finally understood that Jiang Tian was not bragging about the competition, but actually defeated Qu Fan and Xiong Jianhui!

All of a sudden, various emotions of shock and bewilderment quickly spread among the crowd, making them look at each other with different expressions, and the noise continued.

"How is it possible, does he really have that kind of strength?"

"No wonder Qu Fan and Xiong Jianhui's faces are so ugly, so it's the reason!"

"Unbelievable! They are all Xuanyue-level geniuses, how could they not beat a Chongyang-level junior?"

"It's too exaggerated! This is too exaggerated!"

There was constant noise in the crowd, and for a while no one even paid attention to the competition on the ring.

After all this tossing, Jiang Tian's record quickly spread in front of various arenas, which surprised many inner disciples.

After a while, Jiang Tian attracted heated discussions and spectators wherever he went. Of course, most of the inner disciples had questioning and contemptuous eyes, obviously dissatisfied.

Jiang Tian was also quite speechless about this situation. After going around more than a dozen rings, he felt really bored, so he simply turned around and left the competition area, found an empty seat on the viewing platform to watch the battle calmly, and had a panoramic view of the entire square at a glance. , but also leisurely and comfortable.

...

Due to the large number of Cangyun Sect disciples, coupled with the influence of the rules of the martial arts competition, the situation in the second round of the fight became quite complicated.

According to the existing rules, ten people will be eliminated for every champion who is born, but this is only a theoretical ratio, and the actual situation is far more tragic than this!

Cang Yunzong's disciples can be roughly divided into three parts according to their strength.

First of all, those top talents with strong aptitude, these people are extremely powerful but relatively few in number;

The second is those disciples who are not weak in aptitude and above average in strength. These people are said to be the main force of the Cangyun Sect disciples, and the number is also the largest;

The rest are those who are relatively poor in aptitude, and it can even be said that they are not very popular. Although the number of such people far exceeds those of top geniuses, they are still much less than those of middle-level disciples.

This also caused the actual confrontation situation to be quite complicated, and it can even be said to be very chaotic!

Like the first type of people, that is, those top talents with strong aptitude, once they make a move, they usually win ten games in a row. No matter who the opponent is, they cannot challenge them.

The promotion process for these people can be described as simple and rough, the whole process was very smooth and took very little time, and there was not even any suspense at all.

And out of various considerations, these top talents tend to avoid each other and avoid fighting prematurely. After all, their goal is the final victory, at least the few shortlisted places for the strongest. If it is not necessary, of course they will not Too early to play peak collision.

But the situation of the second type of people is different!

These large numbers of middle-strength disciples are simply unable to challenge those top geniuses. The most ideal choice is of course those juniors from the same or outer sect with low strength.

But those people are limited in number after all, and they will inevitably encounter a large number of opponents of comparable strength.

In this way, the competition process will become less smooth. It's okay to meet those with inferior cultivation bases, and often the winner can be determined in a few rounds, but if you encounter those with comparable cultivation bases, it will turn into a fierce battle, and you will not be able to tell the winner for a long time.